Africa is the land of the senses.
existence is not built.
Africa will be tasted without knowing it. Without asking. Africa is in the mouth before even realizing it. And you feel it slip inside.
When the bridge number 8, during docking maneuvers Palace of Zeus, is saw soar far above the roofs of the first minaret, sharp and vertical, the wind already knew of earth, sand, deep.
closed my eyes and sniffed deeply. I already knew everything. Without knowing how. But I already knew everything.
lips slid the primordial tastes.
intense.
vibrant.
engaging.
is obvious something like our arrival in Tunis.
landed with him in a very dynamic by Westerners curious that gradually slopes down to a "AFRICIZZAZIONE" of times, ways and terms that we totally robbed.
was certainly the view of the sea from the beach of La Goulette, who spoke slow and mysterious, or perhaps your first sip the local drink, green tea with mint leaves, or find a coin designs by unknown and exchanged without knowing the true value and was amazed, or perhaps the gathering of people on the street corners in small groups of 4 or 5 people. Their talk. Their story. To take the time for dialogue.
look at each other put us in a position to find and lose at the same time to find points of reference around which did not exist but really felt in the stomach.
Travel is moving towards. We had the physical targets, terrain and to want to comply, not to suffer, and get to go south in the desert.
The trip is in going wide-eyed, nose on the car window, fingers touching things.
Multisensory.
The path to the south and slid inexorably, reaching places and people that you expect similar everywhere, but find different each time.
is not strange.
But I was surprised though.
The thing that fascinated me during the transfer from Tunis to Douz was the sudden appearance of small villages along the road.
road maps in hand remains dry and that showed no microinsediamenti city where real estate and instead survived overwhelming traditions and customs.
Come swept into a vortex where you feel heard simultaneously revolutionary innovator and contaminated land.
The simplicity of the small things, small things, small words, it leaves you breathless.
And your size becomes small western, impalpable, poor.
What's missing? Missing all answer.
But the carousel head around not missing anything.
's everything enough.
And there is the strongest.
Who gives you your address as a bus stop, who to a library, where to send the photos immediately.
Who says you need and call me if you leave your phone number, and you do not even know who he is, but you just smile. Who do you serve at the table like a king even though you are in a room of 200 square meters with two neon and chairs and tables are all different.
Because you are always welcome.
Why do you make a person feel.
The south joined him in the evening. And you feel that is south of the cracking of the sand between your teeth, from the stars, the few street lights, the lights low short, low lights everywhere. From a strange heat in the cool evening biting, you hear come from the streets, slip on the walls, and take the eyes. But the truth is that the heat, I realize only now coming out of the darkness, the desert night.
smelled of silence.
jasmine.
moon.
Southern upsets you in welcoming you reserve at home, in the sand as fine as flour or as hard as asphalt, in the animal market at the dawn of the palms, in the eyes of children who are looking for you while running, which inside when you hear them fix the damn machine Photographic images of greedy.
not want to talk about the desert where stands the night of last year.
do not want to do, because I know that I could not do as I wish, as I heard.
I only remember a phrase that came in the hushed night: "Look around, it seems a nativity scene."
It made her smile. Taste. Very.
And we have granted, before falling asleep under a moon toothpaste that whitens all things, to give a last look around, alone, and understand how much greatness around us, how much magic and electricity was present in the surrounding space.
It was all for us.
Li, only to eat and be eaten.
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